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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Howard Jones to the electroclash 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
The Count Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.