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 Palau and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Wings,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.