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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Gregory Isaacs 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
UT,
Ludus,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.