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 Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.