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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cybotron to the rock 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
Lungfish,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.