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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
Cameo,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.