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 Malaysia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.