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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Nirvana to the disco 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
Ludus,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Pylon,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
Quando Quango,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.