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 Liberia and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Technova to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
The Selecter,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
Smog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.