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 Australia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.