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 Peru and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Nils Olav 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spoonie Gee,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
PIL,
Zapp,
The Martian,
The Gories,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
Aswad,
Can,
Swans,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding 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.