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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Schoolly D to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Japan,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
Slave,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.