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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
Visage,
Roxette,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.