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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Gang of Four,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quadrant,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.