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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Bobby Womack to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
Excepter,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.