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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Dirtbombs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
The Invisible,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.