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 Estonia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
The Move,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.