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 Laos and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harmonia,
Wings,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.