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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arab on Radar to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.