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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Ponytail,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
Fugazi,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.