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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Al Stewart to the disco 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
Section 25,
This Heat,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
Erykah Badu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.