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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cymande to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.