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 Zambia and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
Pagans,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.