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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Qualms,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.