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 Zambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Pagans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Model 500,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.