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 Iceland and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Mr. Review to the funk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
The Tremeloes,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
Neu!,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Organ,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.