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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.