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 Papua New Guinea 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June of 44 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
DNA,
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
Pagans,
Japan,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
Index,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.