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 Italy and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scrapy to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.