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 Iraq and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 The Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
The Motions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Connie Case,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Liliput,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
Chrome,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.