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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
Rekid,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Gong,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.