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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Archie Shepp to the disco 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.