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 Bahrain and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Scrapy to the funk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.