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 Portugal and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 Youth Brigade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q65,
The Index,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Monks,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.