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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amazonics to the crunk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
Q65,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.