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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Desert Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
CMW,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
Index,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
DNA,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
The Associates,
Little Man,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.