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 Kenya and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.