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 Belize and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ohio Players to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Ten City,
The Index,
The Offenders,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
Rakim,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
Wire,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.