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 Syria 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minny Pops to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June Days,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
Black Sheep,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
The Motions,
Q65,
New Age Steppers,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
Television,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.