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 Panama and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aswad to the funk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.