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 Armenia and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ohio Players to the jazz 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.