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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Ten City to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.