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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 In Retrospect to the jazz 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
Gong,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.