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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Rosa Yemen to the funk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.