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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Deadbeat to the rap 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Faust,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
X-101,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.