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 Lebanon and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Flash Fearless to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.