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 Germany and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Colin Newman to the punk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Pagans,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.