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 Liechtenstein 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Pus to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.