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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 MC5 to the punk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Magma,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.