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 Malawi 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 One Last Wish to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.