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 Portugal and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Adolescents to the crunk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Smog,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Arcadia,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.