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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Blake Baxter to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
Excepter,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zapp,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.