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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.