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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Wings,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.