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 United States and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tubeway Army to the dance 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
Monolake,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.