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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Slave to the electroclash 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Smog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
Hardrive,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
ABC,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantaleimon,
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.