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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick May to the crunk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.