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 San Marino and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Red Krayola to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.