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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.