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 Nepal and from Spokane.
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 Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Amon Düül II to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.