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 Burkina and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
JFA,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Holt,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.