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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Alphaville to the dance 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.