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 Panama and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Excepter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.