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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Deadbeat to the crunk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.