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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skriet to the rap 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.