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 Kosovo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DNA to the electroclash 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.