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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erasure,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.