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 Mauritania and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jacob Miller to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
Qualms,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
the Human League,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.