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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
Ludus,
X-102,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
Can,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.