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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.