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 Brunei and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Last Poets to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.