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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Warsaw to the crunk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
AZ,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.