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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camberwell Now to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.