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 Greece and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
Ponytail,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
Liliput,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.