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 Oman 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.