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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Simply Red to the dance 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
Franke,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.