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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
UT,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.