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 Comoros and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Zero Boys to the punk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
Wings,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.