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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Nirvana to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
the Swans,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.