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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Scan 7 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
cv313,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.