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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
Lindisfarne,
Fluxion,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.