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 Peru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Agitation Free to the jazz 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
Gong,
Q65,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.