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 Kazakhstan 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Boz Scaggs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Remains,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.