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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 DNA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
Japan,
Connie Case,
Quantec,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.