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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
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 synthesizer 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 Urselle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
Make Up,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.