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 Iceland and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
Organ,
Joey Negro,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.