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 Tanzania and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.