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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Cosmic Jokers to the techno 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Cybotron,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
Crime,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.