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 Moldova and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 The United States of America to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Organ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec,
Aural Exciters,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.