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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Blossom Toes to the rock 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.