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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
MC5,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
This Heat,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.