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 Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru 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?
Parry Music,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.