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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Smog,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Litter,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.