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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 John Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club,
Monks,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Visage,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.