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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rap 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.