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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Roxette to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
Suicide,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.