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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Monks 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Section 25,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Lyres,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.