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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 the Bar-Kays to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
cv313,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.