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 Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Dennis Brown to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Matthew Halsall,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.