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 Somalia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
Oblivians,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.