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 Austria and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Tomorrow to the disco 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Dead Boys,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
The Smoke,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.