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 Barbados and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fuzztones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crime,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
Scott Walker,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.