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 Bahamas and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hashim to the crunk 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 punk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brick,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.