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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.