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 Togo and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
The Smoke,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
The Dirtbombs,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Toni Rubio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.