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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Marine Girls to the funk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Nico,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.