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 Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Whodini to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sparks,
Cluster,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.