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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Rufus Thomas 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.