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 Benin and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
Monks,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.