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 Madagascar 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Schoolly D to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Fugazi,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
Smog,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.