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 Antigua and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Funky Four + One to the crunk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zero Boys,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Technova,
Brick,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
Babytalk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.