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 Chile and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Josef K to the rap 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
the Normal,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
Swans,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.