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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lightning Bolt to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
Television,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.