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 Botswana and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.