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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thee Headcoats to the dance 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
The Index,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.