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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Fuzztones to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
Wasted Youth,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.