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 Yemen 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.