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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
Wings,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.