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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agent Orange to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Derrick May,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shoche,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Skriet,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Nas,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.