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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
AZ,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Outsiders,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.