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 Malta and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
10cc,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.