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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
Hoover,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.