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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Coltrane to the rap 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage 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 funk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.