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 Belize and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Foxx,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.