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 Malawi and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed to the dance 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mars,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
Tommy Roe,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.