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 Hungary 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Flipper to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.