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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jeff Mills to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
DNA,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.