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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Janne Schatter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.