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 Samoa and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rites of Spring to the punk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
10cc,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.