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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
The Move,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.