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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
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 rhodes 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 X-102 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
The Evens,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
Second Layer,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kas Product,
Can,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
John Holt,
KRS-One,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.