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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Talk Talk,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.