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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Youth Brigade to the rap 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
the Sonics,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
LL Cool J,
10cc,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.