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 Albania and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oblivians to the rap 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Neon Judgement,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.