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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Duran Duran to the jazz 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.