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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shoche to the jazz 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Section 25,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
Monks,
Fear,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
Deepchord,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
Jandek,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.