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 East Timor and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.