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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Gabor Szabo to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fall,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
Japan,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.