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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Terry Callier to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
Quantec,
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
Blake Baxter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.