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 Ireland and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
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 linndrum 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Can,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.