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 Brazil and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Kevin Saunderson to the crunk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
Faust,
T. Rex,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.