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 Belize and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drexciya to the crunk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
The Sound,
The Remains,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
UT,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.