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 China and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
Drexciya,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
Scion,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.