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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
X-101,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
UT,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.