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 Liberia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sarah Menescal to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
Alphaville,
DNA,
Easy Going,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.