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 Sweden and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
The Victims,
B.T. Express,
Ultravox,
Magma,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.