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 Syria and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
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.