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 Tajikistan and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
Lalann,
The Martian,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.