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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Robert Hood to the grime 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
X-101,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.