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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.