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 Malawi 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
Jandek,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
JFA,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.