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 Lithuania and from Paris.
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 Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 10cc to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Pulsallama,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.