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 Vietnam and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Residents to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Los Fastidios,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.