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 Chad and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.