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 Canada 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
H. Thieme,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.