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 Ghana and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Liliput to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Wings,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.