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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
Can,
The Pop Group,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.