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 South Sudan and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 the Germs to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.