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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Offenders 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
Urselle,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.