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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.