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 Mexico and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Basic Channel to the rap 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
X-102,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Can,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.