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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rapeman to the disco 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins 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?
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ornette Coleman,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.