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 Korea South and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arcadia to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
PIL,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
The Slits,
Pagans,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.