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 Burundi and from Spokane.
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 Calgary and New York.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T. Rex to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
Qualms,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
The Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.