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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Mills to the techno 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.