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 Palau and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 The Fortunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana 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?
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Erasure,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
Inner City,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
Au Pairs,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.