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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Brick,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
Slave,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.