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 Palau and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Y Pants to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
Rakim,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.