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 Botswana and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grime 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
Japan,
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brick,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.