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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.