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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.