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 Barbados and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Nirvana,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
Steve Hackett,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.