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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monks,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.