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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.