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 Mexico and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.