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 Tonga and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
Gong,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.