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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Jacob Miller to the rap 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.