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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Quantec,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
MDC,
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
Gong,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
the Swans,
Index,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.