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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.