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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantaleimon to the rap 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Erasure,
The Victims,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
a-ha,
Audionom,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.