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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Los Fastidios to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
MDC,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.