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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nas to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.