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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Move,
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
PIL,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.