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 Ecuador 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Yusef Lateef,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.