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 Cyprus and from New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Dawn Penn to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.