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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Residents 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
Organ,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.