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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angry Samoans to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
Au Pairs,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aswad,
Scion,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
Slave,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
Chris & Cosey,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.