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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 10cc to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
The Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.