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 Kosovo and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Junior Murvin to the grunge 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.