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 United Kingdom 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.