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 Togo and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.