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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.