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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Standells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.