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 Korea South and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Grauzone to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
UT,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
Ronnie Foster,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monks,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.