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 Qatar and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Raincoats,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.