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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.