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 Liberia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Count Five to the punk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Smog,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
Quantec,
Faust,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.