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 Syria and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 The Alarm Clocks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne,
Colin Newman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.