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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.