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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
Ken Boothe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.