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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Toasters to the jazz 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Buzzcocks,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.