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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Mr. Review to the electroclash 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The American Breed,
ABC,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.