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 Haiti 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
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 synthesizer 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
Organ,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.