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 Romania and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Zero Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
U.S. Maple,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
The Wake,
UT,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.