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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
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 snare 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 Scion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.