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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 MDC to the dance 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
Gong,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cure,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Womack,
Magazine,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.