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 Australia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 The Doors to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
The Index,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.