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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Subhumans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
Mars,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
Schoolly D,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
The Busters,
Deakin,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.