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 Antigua and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Enemy to the rock 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '90s.
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 Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxette,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.