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 Antigua and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
Kayak,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.