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 Japan and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 JFA to the disco 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.