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 Mali and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
Eurythmics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
Japan,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.