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 Tanzania and from London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Junior Murvin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
PIL,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.