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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dark Day to the grunge 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.