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 Romania and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Michelle Simonal to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
MC5,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.