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 Laos and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Pussy Galore to the dance 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
Television,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Victims,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.