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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Letta Mbulu to the grime 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.