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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Simply Red to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
Guru Guru,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.