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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
The Toasters,
Althea and Donna,
Fluxion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Index,
Dawn Penn,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.