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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Section 25 to the grunge 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
Pierre Henry,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bronski Beat,
Joey Negro,
Suburban Knight,
Quantec,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.