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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the techno 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
ABBA,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
Slave,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.