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 Sri Lanka and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 AZ to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.