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 Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 David Axelrod to the punk 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
Whodini,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.