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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 New Order to the funk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Quantec,
Stetsasonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.