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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Inner City to the punk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
the Human League,
Lyres,
AZ,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.