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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Cybotron to the grime 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.