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 Kosovo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Detroit Cobras to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
A Certain Ratio,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.