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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.