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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Y Pants,
Fear,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.