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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
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 oboe 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 Sparks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
Make Up,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.