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 Haiti and from Delhi.
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 Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.