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 Singapore 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agent Orange 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat 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?
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Television,
The Cure,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.