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 Portland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.