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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Motorama,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.