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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
The Martian,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young,
Can,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.