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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Amon Düül to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Womack. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
DNA,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Lalann,
Can,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.