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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.