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 Benin and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 The Modern Lovers to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.