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 South Sudan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Avey Tare to the jazz 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
Severed Heads,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
Fear,
Cybotron,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.