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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Camberwell Now to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.