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 Kuwait and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Make Up to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.