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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
The Move,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Qualms,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.