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 Iran and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
UT,
Altered Images,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.