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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
Public Enemy,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.