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 Fiji and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Q65,
Interpol,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.