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 Cambodia and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Thompson Twins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
cv313,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen,
Surgeon,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
Tommy Roe,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.