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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Sixth Finger 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.