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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Easy Going to the grunge 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.