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 Latvia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Don Cherry to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
Can,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.