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 Chile and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Althea and Donna to the dance 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Malaria!,
The Move,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
The Names,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.