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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.