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 Germany and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter,
Motorama,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
Yaz,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.