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 Poland and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
Q65,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
JFA,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.