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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
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 chamberlin 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
Index,
Ten City,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
PIL,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.