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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Electric Prunes to the techno 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Parry Music,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
Slave,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.