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 Dominican Republic and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
Can,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.