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 Chile and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Ludus,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.