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 Finland and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.