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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Man Parrish to the rock 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
AZ,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.