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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Chrome 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
PIL,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
Slave,
Al Stewart,
The Tremeloes,
ABBA,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.