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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 a-ha to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
June Days,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
Slave,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.