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 Macedonia and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 the Germs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Q65,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott Heron,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.