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 United States 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flipper to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
10cc,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.