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 Mexico 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.