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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
Technova,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.