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 Hungary and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
Television,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.