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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
June Days,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
PIL,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
Patti Smith,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.