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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 LL Cool J to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
T. Rex,
Pierre Henry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
Lou Christie,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slackers,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.