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 Somalia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Main Source 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scion,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
The Monks,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
Inner City,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.