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 Philippines and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Prince Buster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
The Martian,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.