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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Parrish 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
Rakim,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.