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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris Corsano to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
The Birthday Party,
Q65,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Smog,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
The Residents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.