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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
ABBA,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.