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 Tonga and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
Icehouse,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
Dead Boys,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.