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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Can,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.