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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Mad Mike to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Can,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
Neu!,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.