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 Latvia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
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 sitar 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 Agitation Free to the grime 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul Sonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.