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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Gap Band to the techno 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
The Standells,
Index,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
10cc,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Hill,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.