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 Mozambique and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
Can,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
JFA,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.