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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 the Human League to the crunk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Au Pairs,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.