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 Iran and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
X-102,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Axelrod,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Brick,
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.