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 Austria and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Slave to the electroclash 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic,
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
Index,
Amon Düül,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.