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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reagan Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
Ronan,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Section 25,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.