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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Crime,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
Little Man,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.