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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.