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 Switzerland and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
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 organ 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 The Neon Judgement to the rock 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
Man Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
MC5,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.