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 Laos and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
Crime,
Wire,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
Eve St. Jones,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
Television,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.