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 Eritrea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 The Techniques to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ituana,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.