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 Spain and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk 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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
Zapp,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
Fear,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.