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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Television,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
MC5,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.