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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 China Crisis to the rap 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.