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 Paraguay 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mad Mike to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
The Names,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.