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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Soft Cell to the dance 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
Black Flag,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Japan,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.