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 Korea North and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-101 to the punk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.