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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Angels of Light to the funk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.