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 Suriname and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.