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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Harmonia to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.