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 Croatia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Happenings to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Rapeman,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.