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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Symarip to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.