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 Philippines and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.