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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 PIL to the dance 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.