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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Joyce Sims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.