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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
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 mellotron 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 Stiv Bators to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.