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 Brazil and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fat Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
Monks,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.