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 Tunisia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix,
The Cure,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Adolescents,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.