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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Basic Channel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.