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 Madagascar and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Schoolly D to the rock 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
The Moody Blues,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.