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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
The Index,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
Subhumans,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.