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 China and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Max Romeo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Smog,
Nico,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.