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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Idris Muhammad 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
Pole,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
The Residents,
Wire,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.