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 Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
Model 500,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skaos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
Japan,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.