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 El Salvador and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dennis Brown to the grime 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
Patti Smith,
UT,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.