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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Symarip to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.