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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Jandek,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
the Normal,
Q65,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.