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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.