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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 David Axelrod to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
Crime,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.