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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sugar Minott to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.