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 Cuba and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Lalann to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dead C,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pop Group,
Barrington Levy,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.