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 Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Sam Rivers to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
The Move,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
Index,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q65,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erasure,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Japan,
Surgeon,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.