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 Nepal and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Whodini,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.