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 Moldova 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Jimmy McGriff 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Gang of Four,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.