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 Tanzania and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Talk Talk to the jazz 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman 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?
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.