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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Soft Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.