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 Burkina 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Cybotron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits,
ABC,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Clear Light,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.