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 Germany 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Beau Brummels to the electroclash 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
Skaos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
Davy DMX,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
MDC,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.