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 Greece and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swell Maps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Yaz,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
Henry Cow,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.