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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Barrington Levy to the funk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.