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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Talk Talk to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.