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 Malaysia and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Crime,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
Visage,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.