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 France and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Toasters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
Eurythmics,
Minutemen,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.