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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
Chrome,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Goldenarms,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tears for Fears,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.