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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yaz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid 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?
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Slave,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.