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 Kenya and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sandy B to the crunk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
CMW,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Index,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.