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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 AZ to the jazz 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.