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 Mongolia and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
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 oboe 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 John Holt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amazonics,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
Motorama,
X-101,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.