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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Smog,
Little Man,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fluxion,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
Slave,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.