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 Kenya and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 OOIOO to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.