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 Zambia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fania All-Stars to the electroclash 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
Faust,
Skarface,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.