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 Syria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.