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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 AZ to the crunk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
DNA,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
Gong,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.