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 Korea North and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Blossom Toes to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
Barrington Levy,
Visage,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.