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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Half Japanese to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Radiohead,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
Josef K,
10cc,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Magazine,
Eden Ahbez,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.