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 Gabon and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun City Girls to the grime 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.