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 Romania and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
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 güiro 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 Gang Green to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.