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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Trumans Water to the rap 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth 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?
The Standells,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
Swans,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.