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 Uganda and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Loose Ends to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
Morten Harket,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.