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 Japan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Moss Icon to the grunge 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.