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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Remains to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '90s.
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 R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
Aloha Tigers,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
John Foxx,
Television,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
LL Cool J,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monks,
Inner City,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.