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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Terry to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
Neil Young,
Deepchord,
Gong,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.