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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sister Nancy to the rock 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visage,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
The Names,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
The Techniques,
Hashim,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.