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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.