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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Urselle to the jazz 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Joe Finger,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
Franke,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.