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 Denmark and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Qualms,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.