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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
Faraquet,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.