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 Rwanda 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
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 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Public Enemy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
Pantytec,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.