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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minny Pops to the disco 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Supertramp,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
The Kinks,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.