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 Fiji and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 The Remains to the grime 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.