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 Peru and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minor Threat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
Black Moon,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.