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 Fiji and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 marimba 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 The Shadows of Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
Q65,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
Lalann,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.