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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fugazi to the jazz 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Can,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.