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 Ghana and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.