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 Albania and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Young Marble Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Motions,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.