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 Georgia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
These Immortal Souls,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
Franke,
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.