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 Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.