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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Y Pants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
MDC,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
H. Thieme,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
ABC,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.