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 Iran and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Masters at Work to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.