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 Liechtenstein 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Cluster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.