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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Cymande,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Index,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
The Vogues,
Faust,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.