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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
Television,
Rotary Connection,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Wings,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.