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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
The Young Rascals,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.