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 Moldova and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Qualms,
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.