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 Denmark and from Taipei.
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 Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
Television,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.