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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
Warsaw,
Brick,
The Saints,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
ABC,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.