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 Mali and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
10cc,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
Mars,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.