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 Maldives and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Excepter to the electroclash 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.