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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
MDC,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.