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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
Magazine,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.