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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.