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 Burkina 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Altered Images to the rap 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.