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 Bhutan and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deakin to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '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 Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
Wings,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
Inner City,
Cluster,
Echospace,
Organ,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hashim,
Hardrive,
Can,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.