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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 The Misunderstood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
AZ,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.