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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Davy DMX to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
10cc,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.