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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 One Last Wish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Gong,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
Davy DMX,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.