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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Raincoats to the dance 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Normal,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxette,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.