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 Armenia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Moebius to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.