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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom 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?
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Excepter,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.