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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Camouflage to the crunk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Can,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.