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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 The Moody Blues to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.