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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 The Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.