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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Holt 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Hashim,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.