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 Senegal and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
Scan 7,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.