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 Portugal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 World's Most to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Sherman,
a-ha,
Technova,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.