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 Taiwan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
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 snare 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 The Dirtbombs to the techno 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
Brick,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.