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 United States and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Five Americans to the grunge 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
Ossler,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
New Order,
June of 44,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.