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 Romania and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Mandrill,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
The Index,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.