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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Scan 7,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young,
The Selecter,
the Association,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
Oblivians,
UT,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pop Group,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.