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 Armenia and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Althea and Donna to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.