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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
the Normal,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Smog,
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.