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 Tunisia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
The Cramps,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.