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 Colombia and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
Technova,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.