Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Yemen and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Popol Vuh to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
AZ,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
China Crisis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
JFA,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
Magma,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.