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 Armenia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Subhumans,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.