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 Ghana and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Tubeway Army to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Connie Case,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.