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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Negative Approach to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Cluster,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
MDC,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.