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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
MDC,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.