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 Italy and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
Japan,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.