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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
Technova,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.