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 Slovakia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.