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 Nepal and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quadrant to the punk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
Whodini,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.