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 Argentina and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
The Gories,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.