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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Scratch Acid to the techno 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
the Slits,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.