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 Argentina and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.