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 Mexico and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slick Rick to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.