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 Moldova and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rock 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
the Association,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
Eddi Front,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.