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 Libya and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vogues to the electroclash 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.