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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
JFA,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.