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 Italy and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.