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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
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 synthesizer 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Evens,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
The Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.