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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
Average White Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
Wings,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Infiniti,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.