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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
JFA,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
Matthew Halsall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
X-102,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
CMW,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.