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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Eric B and Rakim 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
Cameo,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.