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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joey Negro to the rock 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
The Vogues,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.