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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
Hashim,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
X-101,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.