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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers,
The Index,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
Delta 5,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
Index,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.