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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
Magma,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
Can,
The Doors,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.