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 Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 David Axelrod to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.