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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 MC5 to the jazz 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
Index,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Robert Görl,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.