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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Byron Stingily to the rap 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
Scion,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
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Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.