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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the punk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.