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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Martian to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
DNA,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
Aswad,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
Cybotron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.