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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Archie Shepp to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
Darondo,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.