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 Turkey and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Knickerbockers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
Model 500,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.