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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.