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 Nauru and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Oblivians to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
Cluster,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
The Names,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.