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 Korea South 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Urselle,
Crime,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.