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 Libya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 The Trojans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
Smog,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.