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 Canada and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donald Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
Kaleidoscope,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.