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 Armenia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.