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 Uzbekistan and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 F. McDonald to the dance 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
Crime,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
The New Christs,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Yaz,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
UT,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
Amon Düül,
AZ,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.