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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
Ten City,
World's Most,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rotary Connection,
Pantytec,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.