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 Algeria and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Scion,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rod Modell,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.