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 Libya 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.