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 Portugal and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Dawn Penn 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
Pulsallama,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Association,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
Monks,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.