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 Seoul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terry Callier to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
The Litter,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.