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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Los Fastidios to the punk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echospace,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.