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 Qatar and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Iggy Pop to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
The Fall,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.