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 Congo and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Camouflage to the crunk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.