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 Iceland and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Subhumans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
PIL,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.