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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Gong to the techno 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.