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 Bolivia and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 FM Einheit to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
Adolescents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
Shoche,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.