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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Young Rascals to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.