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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Make Up to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.