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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
The Human League,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.