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 Vietnam and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
Rekid,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.