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 Iraq and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Connie Case 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.