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 Angola and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harmonia to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
Tom Boy,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
June of 44,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.