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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Normal to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Rakim,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
the Normal,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Osbourne,
Josef K,
Sparks,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.