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 Liechtenstein 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ken Boothe to the dance 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
Unwound,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.