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 Korea South and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Audionom to the techno 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Symarip,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.