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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.