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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
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 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 Mad Mike to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.