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 Mongolia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
Ten City,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.