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 Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.