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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Slick Rick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
MDC,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
UT,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.