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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Motorama to the rap 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zapp,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Heaven 17,
The Martian,
Wire,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.