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 Thailand and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the disco 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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
Au Pairs,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.