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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
the Soft Cell,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.