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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drexciya to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
Qualms,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.