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 Mexico and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Underground Resistance to the disco 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
Japan,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.