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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Banda Bassotti,
Slave,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Brick,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.