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 China and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Monolake to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.