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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 The Mojo Men to the funk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW,
Pagans,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.