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 Peru and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Easy Going to the disco 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.