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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
Monks,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.