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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
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 Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.