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 Israel and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Adolescents to the funk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.