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 Congo and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Don Cherry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
Darondo,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.