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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monks to the dance 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.