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 India and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Trumans Water to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
the Association,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.