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 Togo and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Mars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
Pere Ubu,
JFA,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.