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 Latvia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Eric B and Rakim 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
Gang Green,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.