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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
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 Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 The Kinks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.