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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Cybotron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.