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 Poland and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Invisible to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.