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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
Scion,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
Mantronix,
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
Jawbox,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.