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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pet Shop Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
Deadbeat,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.