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 Cameroon and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
AZ,
The Zeros,
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.