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 Tunisia and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Duran Duran to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.