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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 This Heat to the rock 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
OOIOO,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
Ten City,
Moebius,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.