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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Hoover to the punk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.