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 Kuwait and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
Fugazi,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.