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 Togo and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joey Negro to the funk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.