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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 F. McDonald to the punk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.