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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
Rosa Yemen,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quadrant,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.