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 Maldives and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Scientists to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.