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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Derrick May to the rock 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
Dead Boys,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
New Order,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.