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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the punk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sex Pistols,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
New Order,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.