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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Buckinghams to the techno 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange,
Joey Negro,
Michelle Simonal,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
The Move,
Derrick May,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
Faraquet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.