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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Subhumans to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
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Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
Technova,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.