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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
Crime,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
Slick Rick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.