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 Andorra and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
Aaron Thompson,
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.