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 Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buzzcocks to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.