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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Franke to the crunk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
Niagra,
UT,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.