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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Neu!,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.