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 Philippines and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Gang Starr,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.