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 Suriname and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Liliput,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Q65,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.