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 Somalia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flash Fearless to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Q65,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
The Kinks,
Television,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.