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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Sugar Minott to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.