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 Iceland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Names to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
Dark Day,
the Association,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
Slave,
The Victims,
X-101,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.