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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.