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 East Timor and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Das Ding to the rock 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Hashim,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.