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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.